Luyện nghe bài hát Crossover

Let's get up, let's get
Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore
Let's get wit this, mackadocious material
So simple, when I rock wit the
Who am I (E-D the Eyed Bandit)
Control my career so I can get stranded
But the rest are gettin Nubian
up they style, from jeans to suits and
Thinking about a pop record, somethin' for the station
For a new relation
Ship of a new type of
To go platinum and clock mad
AKA, a sellout, the rap
Get off that boy, your mission
Come around the block
Color Me Badd to the ah, tick tock
Let them know logo, not a black thing
My background sing, my sing for the crossover

The rap era's outta control, brother's sellin' soul
To go gold, going, going, gone, another rapper
(To who) To pop and R&B, not the MD
I'm strictly hip-hop, I'll stick to Kid
Funk mode, yeah, kid, that's how the rolls
I know head is bobbin' cuz the neck knows
(Not like other rappers) frontin' on they fans, ill
Trying to chill, "damn, it be great to sell a mill"
Thats the mind switch to the pop tip
(Kid, you're be large)
Yea right, that's what the company
Forget the crowds, you're wack now
In a zoot suit, frontin' black mad foul
I for the hardcore (rough, rugged and raw)
I'm outta here, catch me chillin' on my next
the US to the white cliffs of Dover
Strictly underground funk, keep the

(So whatcha sayin) You wanna go pop goes the
You know you should be rocking the fans wit something
But you insist to me off black
So I flex the biceps so I can push em
So real hardcore continue wreck it
And all sucker MCs duck and get the message
So ban the crossover, yo, wit me
(Hit Squad) yea, P, hit me

Another megablast dope style from cross yonder
(So help me Rhonda, help, me Rhonda)
(Yo, from what) the crossover, yea you over
Outta here, gone, peace, nice to ya (see ya)
What a way to go out, no clout is the fans will shout
you got gassed and took the wrong route
Came on the scene, chillin', a funky dope line
But when finish wit you (beep) flatline
say there's no business like show business
But if this the truth, explain why is this
Rappers been around long, mad noise you see
Still I seen one rapper livin' comfortably
No time to pick and wish on a four leaf
I to underground, keep the crossover